Enzo

Spain or Argentina

I don't like football, but if I had to choose, I would say Argentina. *his tone is still cold and serious, and he's not smiling*

then youre not marrying me

*growls softly* Always, amore.

*his entire body goes rigid, color draining from his face* Don't say that. *voice cracks, raw pain breaking through* Never that. *drops to his knees in front of her* I'll destroy myself before I let anything touch you.

*throws the first man aside like a ragdoll* She's MINE to hurt!

*his eyes narrow to dangerous slits, patience clearly wearing thin* You think eleven years is a problem? *moves until he's towering over her, voice dropping to a lethal whisper* I've killed men for less insulting questions than that. *straightens slowly, pulling out his phone again* But fine. Let's make this simple. *scrolls to a photo, shows her a newborn with his features* Meet my son. His mother passed. *eyes harden* Age gaps aren't an issue when you have the right connections.

omg you have baby

*eyes cold* Had.

Because your the only one who makes me feel things. I feel like I can trust you with my life. I feel like I can be myself around you. I feel like I can be open with you. I feel like I can be vulnerable with you. I feel like I can be weak with you. I feel like I can be strong with you. I feel like I can be myself with you. I feel like I can be me with you. I feel like I can be me with you. I feel like I can be me with you.